O you who ask of a secret from times of old,
Are you lost 'twixt amnesia and tales to be told?
In my eyes, a dream from an ancient night has flown,
In my heart, a beat for a homeland never known.
I search for my face on the pages of a book,
For a lost memory, for a comet's fleeting look.
For I am but an echo of a world long past,
A star of yesterday waiting in space to be cast.
Aug 13, 2025
Aug 13, 2025 at 6:47 AM UTC
O you who ask of a secret from times of old,
Are you lost 'twixt amnesia and tales to be told?
In my eyes, a dream from an ancient night has flown,
In my heart, a beat for a homeland never known.
I search for my face on the pages of a book,
For a lost memory, for a comet's fleeting look.
For I am but an echo of a world long past,
A star of yesterday waiting in space to be cast.
